#i can scrounge for food for myself if need be

[unpretty]

the thing about having been really broke. averaging $500 a month in a good year broke. using a gamestop credit card i shouldn't have qualified for to buy taco bell gift cards for food broke. is that i am SO bad with money. i have a degree in accounting and i am so bad with money. i do not think of myself as superstitious at all but money feels so cursed. not in a spiritual way, i mean literally. practically.

having 'too much' money feels so bad. money is a thing you spend as soon as you get it because it's so cursed. the more it is the more cursed it is. i save too much money and bad things will happen that cost all my money. money is a thing that summons expenses. if i have no money and the car breaks down i find a way to make it work. i scrounge and resell and pass the hat and talk to my mom's friend's friend who knows a guy and in the end i'm so relieved to be right back where i started. but if i were saving my money for a new computer and then the car broke down, the money is just gone. i spent the money i saved for a thing i wanted on a thing i needed instead and after all that hoping i'm right back where i started.

i get a windfall and i set the money aside because if i'm careful that's enough to pay for gas for months. but then i need to pay for heat and i apply for assistance and they look at my bank account and see i have money and now they won't help pay for heat. soon it's just a habit. i get the money and i spend the money. immediately, as soon as possible, get this money away from me. don't even save enough for cigarettes. i can find money for cigarettes, somehow i can always find money for cigarettes. cigarette money is a weird magical fake money i summon from dark corners whenever i run out of cigarettes. i don't know how it works either. i've tried to summon the cigarette money for things that aren't cigarettes and it never works. just get this out of my bank account. get it out of here before something notices there's money here.

anyway i'm working on it but god it's hard

#original #i think i've made this exact same post before but everyone politely ignore that my memory is bad #i was doing better and then it all crashed and burned in the last couple months #and i'm fixing it but god it feels so stupid #i'd finally worked my way up to having Savings. Any Savings At All. where did it go. #how did i spend that much on pennywhistles and moonpies #that shouldn't be possible that's illegal

[thunderboltage]

#like ive cooled down since but i was so livid earlier #people will complain about money and say they need to penny pinch #but theyre so above asking for a refund or returning an item because its beneath you??? #and instead of me doing it for you - YOU THREW IT AWAY???? #wtf is wrong with people i really dont get it wth #same mood as when people throw away perfectly good fruit because of a small blemish or a container of food because of something OUTSIDE #wasnt rich growing up so i take waste and money very seriously - i cant afford to live with such disregard to resources like that #it seriously THREW ME to see someone behave like that - why?? does it make youlook poor? desperate? petty? what??? #whether its a $1 or $10 - it can go a long way #make fun of my way of living if you want but thanks to me scrounging and saving money like that - im able to help you and anyone else out #im telling ya im just...beside myself rn #ami sez

[heartfullofleeches]

D.kay so down bad that on rare occasions that the reader does smile, D.kay suddenly becomes blind and can't see shit.

"Y/n..... I have found the name of your childhood best friend and written a report classifying them as a downer. If you do not smile twenty-four fuckin seven-" The murderbot coughs, pushing the frame of their non-existent glasses up their non-existent nose. "Excuse me. If you do not smile a considerable amount of the day, I will send this in and have them executed by gunfire at noon exactly one week from now."

"May I see that?"

"Certainly!"

You look at the paper. "Besides you using the Grammer of a twelve year old, and the fact I can tear this to shreds right now, that's actually my childhood bully."

You place your hands over your ears. 3...2....1-

"God.... DAM IT! Hope ur happy to kno I already kicked them outta window before I even came to you wit this. i did u a favor before i even new it. That's gotta count for somethin'! You gotta smile for me, Y/n. Just one - plz?"

"Maybe later. Gotta scrounge up something to eat before I head out to pick up some groceries." You brush the bot aside and continue on into the kitchen. Day in and out that's all they ever tried to do. You'd proven before you weren't a so called "downer" their company falsely listed you as by smiling and even laughing in their presence before, but those little glimpses into your happy side only made them want to make you smile for the rest of your days. It was cute at first, but if you really smiled as much as they wanted your face would get stuck in an endless grin. A win for them, but for you - not so much.

Opening the freezer, boxes of various frozen foods fall out onto the floor - the icebox stuffed to capacity with your favorite brands and treats. You check the fridge, and it's the exact same story. You hadn't gone shopping in weeks. You glance back at D.Kay who sits at the kitchen table with their arms folded like a toddler deprived of sweets - a piece of sticky tape slapped over their permanent smile scribbled with a deep frown.

"Dee... Did you get all this?"

D.Kay tilts their head as if mimicking an eye roll. "Yea??? U haven't bought shit in weeks, and i can't let my human starve. i used your bully's cash so don't worry about ur budget or whatever."

Picking up a box of popsicles off the floor, your lips tug upwards as you pull on out. "Thanks, D.Kay."

The tape covering their mouth floats to the floor. Their face scree glitches - beady, oval eyes flickering between black and pink. They rise slowly from their chair.

"Stop it..."

Popsicle hanging out your mouth, you look at them puzzled. "What?"

In a flash, the murderbot shuts the distance between you - shaking your shoulders violently with each pause. "Stop. Being. So. Fuckin. Cute! U tryin to send me back to the lab for malfunctions!?!"

"I thought me smile was a good thing."

"It is a good thing! It's the greatest god dam thing is hell rock has to offer - that's why I need to prep myself before you do it. I'm ready now - do it again!"

D.Kay snatches the popsicle stick and presses the cold bar against your lips. "Smile! I need it! You got me addicted, Y/n! Give me my fix. Give it to me!!!!"

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere #yandere android #yandere robot #yandere drabble #D.Kay my oc

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

Wonderland pt 1

Part 1 (Eventually) Yandere Luke castellan x Gender neutral reader

Summary you're from wonderland well at least you're mother is you're father is a God. The best swordsman in camp takes an.... interesting and obsessive liking to you

Also I feel like we offen forget wine isn't the only thing Dionysus is the God of but madness as well. I currently have bad writers block and couldn't currently think of anything else to add so I decided to split it into parts since I needed to post something.

Trigger warnings nothing yet, but eventually in future parts yandere themes like stalking, manipulation, kidnapping (extra)

You weren't from this world well......technically you are you were from a part of the world everyone thought was made up just another part of the human imagination......Wonderland . Wonderland was very.....disconnected from actual sane people or large bustling cities like New York. Your mother was probably one of the subjects of the queen of hearts just kinda surviving. Your father isn't exactly normal either he was also never around. Honestly as much as you love your mother it was kinda hard to imagine a God falling for her or really a God falling for anyone in Wonderland because while some of the inhabitants of Wonderland is more sane then others even the more sane ones start to go insane eventually.

Which is why when you were 13 you ran away from home. Although you had no clue where to go or what to do now you had left Wonderland. You're clothes and mismatched socks probably also made you stand out to by standers because in real life on Earth the other humans weren't used to seeing people dress in bright colors and patterns unless celebrating. After a few days of wandering aimlessly you ran into help or rather help ran into you.

You were desperately scrounging around for food thinking maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave home when you felt someone run smack into you causing you both to tumble towards the ground. "Oh my pan! I'm so sorry." A male voice said. He had ...goat horns? Ehh not the weirdest thing you've ever seen. "Are those horns really or .....?" You asked. "They're real. Oh I'm Grover. " Grover replied. You weren't sure what to say or do and that's how you met Grover. After about a week of traveling with Grover is when you met Luke, Thalia and Annabeth.

" Hey Grover I'm going to find something to eat for myself. " You replied. " Ok just don't go far I'll finish setting up camp." Grover said. You did in fact wander to far when you stumbled upon a bush full of berries and you were about to eat some when you heard a voice tell you to wait. "Wait, don't eat those! those are holly berries they are poisonous!" A young female voice exclaimed. You looked around for the source of the voice. You spotted a young girl no older than 7 standing between some trees you could make out 2 more figures behind her one another female and the other male. You backed away your left hand reaching for a dagger in your pocket you swear wasn't there a moment ago while you're right hand still held the berries.

" Who are you why should I trust you?" You questioned. You got a closer look at them the seven year old girl had grey eyes , black hair and brown skin, the other gir who looked about a year younger than you so 12 had choppy short black hair , blue eyes and is white. She pushed the younger seven year old behind her. " Thalia I can protect myself!" The seven year old exclaimed. While the two girls were arguing you managed to sneak away not noticing the male following you.

" Grover!" You exclaimed finally making it back to the very stressed looking satyr. Grover rushed over to you. " Y/n there you are! You were gone for an hour I was worried I was calling your name but no reply and I didn't want to leave the fire unattended. Your not hurt are you?" Grover asked like a panicked father looking over you to make sure you didn't have any new injuries. " Hey Grover I'm ok. I'm ok." You replied. " Pan Y/n you had me so worried!" Grover exclaimed. "LUKE!" The older female voice Thalia called out causing You and Grover to look in the direction of Thalia's voice and there stood the male that had been with the 2 younger females.

Now learning his name is Luke. You started to reach for your dagger once again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. "

#x reader #yn #percy jackson and the olympians #gender neutral reader #yandere luke castellan #grover pjo #grover underwood #thalia grace #annabeth chase #luke castellan x reader

[katsu28]

Ok here are some soft Remus thoughts!

- I just cannot stop thinking about how he definitely has a wonderful sweater collection and they’re all so soft and cozy and he loves seeing you wearing them (this could get smutty lmao but I’ll restrain myself)

- you know that one Taylor swift lyric “just living room dancing and kitchen table bills”? That’s the perfect way to describe your relationship with Remus, like maybe your apartment is a little shitty but it’s home and the two of you make it so cozy and you have a wonderful little life together and just putting on a record while you make dinner and you end up dancing together in the kitchen and maybe your food gets a little burnt but that doesn’t matter

- imagine babysitter baby Harry together omg just Remus holding the tiny little baby and singing to him when he can’t fall asleep and making him laugh that cute little baby laugh and every time you watch Harry you can’t help but think about actually having a baby with Remus because he’s so perfect and him with a baby is just too wonderful

I have more if you’d be interested, I just don’t want to go overboard hahahahha 🥰😚

i would adore more remus thoughts, pls send me everything you've got <3 this applies to everyone btw i need more brainrot food

domestic remus thoughts under the cut!

- the sweater collection is absolutely off the charts! drawers and drawers of the softest sweaters ever and even more stashed in different parts of the apartment for when he or you need it. some of them are solid colors, some of them have fun little patterns, but all of them are equally as comfy bc they're his and they smell like him and every time you put one on it's like being enveloped by him even when he's not there and it's the best thing in the world.

sometimes he'll be looking for one specific sweater to wear but he just can't find it no matter how hard he looks and he's just like have you seen my green one love? i think i might've lost it. but then he looks at you at you're wearing exactly what he was looking for and he just. melts. because he loves you and because you look so cozy and comfy and cute in it and he's just like oh ☺️ you can keep it i'll grab another one ☺️ and then he comes and sits with you for the rest of the morning.

- your life with remus isn't what some people might call perfect but it's just the right fit for the two of you! your apartment is a little cluttered and the paint is chipped and yeah maybe the front door gets jammed sometimes but it's your home and you couldn't love it more. you try your best to eat dinner together and unwind from your respective days with each other and most of the time that means a bottle of cheap wine and whatever dinner you can scrounge up from what you've got on hand. sometimes you do a puzzle together, other nights you'll talk for hours, and sometimes you both just sit and do your own things in the same space (parallel play LMAO). remus always makes sure to press a kiss to whatever part of you he can reach every so often just so you know he's still there. post full moon nights are fairly quiet though. remus just wants to sleep and you let him. sometimes he wants to be alone and you let him do that too, but he knows you're right there if he needs you <3

- babysitting harry is such an ordeal, especially the first time bc i feel like it might be a spur of the moment thing? james and lily desperately need a day to themselves and sirius is out of town and euphemia and fleamont are also busy so they're like surprise you get to watch harry for the day! obv you're not gonna turn them down and at first it's awkward bc you're both just staring at harry in his little baby buggy and he's staring back at you and neither of you really know how to take care of a baby?? but then harry starts crying and it's like a flip inside remus switches. he's just like yeah i think he's tired but then little harry refuses to go to sleep and remus starts humming a song and you see him start to drift off as remus bounces him in his arms gently.

when harry wakes up uncle moony is his new favorite person so they're inseparable for the day. at one point harry bumps his head on the couch or something while he's crawling around the living room and you can both tell he's about to start bawling but remus is so quick on his feet and picks him up and does something funny so harry gets distracted and suddenly he's shaking with peals of that infectious baby laughter and you're just like what. what is this i'm feeling is this baby fever??? and you can't stop thinking about having a little remus or yourself running around the place one day. obv you've got some talking about it to do since you haven't even discussed kids yet, you don't even know if remus would want kids with everything he's had to deal with his whole life but it's worth a shot right? to have someone who's a perfect mix of you and your favorite person in the world, to be able to raise them into someone who could quite possibly change the world, even to just have someone else to love more than you love yourself.

#answered! #sweet anon <3 #i have definitely gone overboard #but i hope u enjoy my remus ramblings i am so down bad for this man rn #it's insane #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin blurb

[pigeonwit]

I AM ASKING YOU ABOUT NEWSIES AND POKÉMON ANYTHING ANYTHING U HAVE -@jack-kellys

rizz you are a kind person thank you so much for giving me a chance to go crazy insane over my fanmade pokemon teams

now. full disclosure. i am a loser and a pedant and this ask took me hours because i kept going way too in depth and overly-rationalizing why certain pokemon would be unfeasible to have and etc etc and then i remembered that i am the god of this word document and i can do what i like if it means i have fun doing it. so i am giving myself one pedantic thing which is that i'm not giving people full teams since 1) i don't think a bunch of working class kids would have the means money or accommodation to support six full pets (i know the pokemon universe has free healthcare and everyone always has all the food and medicine they need for their pokemon but this is The Capitalism Show, that's not happening here), and 2) a big thing about newsies is the connections the characters have, so giving them all six pets felt like kind of a cop out to me. so we're going by anime rules in which people only have a team of six if they're professional trainers. but as for stuff like 'how can race, a child with 100 roommates, own a horse that is perpetually on fire', we're not gonna focus on that. we're having fun here.

jack

again, since jack as a character keeps people at a distance through his cowboy persona and santa fe dream, i don't think he'd have that large a team. honestly, i'm not sure he would've wanted a pokemon at all. BUT. rockruff's are such a perfect jack-mon it drives me insane. rockruff’s are given to young trainers as their friendly disposition makes them seem like ‘easy’ beginner pokemon, but as they grow older, they become more aggressive and many are abandoned before ever reaching evolution. i always saw this as a reference to buying puppies, not training them properly and then abandoning/surrendering them once they became too difficult, but maybe i was getting too PETA with it. either way, i think jack could relate to that in any au or era – the kids in newsies are ignorable until they cause problems, and then they’re troublemakers who get thrown in the refuge. again, i’m probably going way too PETA on this, but i don’t think it’s a stretch to see the possible connection. i think jack found her in an alley one day when he was young – he was on the run from snyder and couldn’t afford any lodging anywhere – and though she was snappy and defensive at first, jack understood all too well why she was. he was patient, quietly talking about anything at all, tossed her some of the food he’d scrounged for himself because she was just so skinny – and she hasn’t left his side, since. i like to believe she’d evolve into a dusk form lycanroc, as a rockruff can only become a dusk form lycanroc if they have the 'own tempo' ability, which makes them immune to confusion and intimidation, two things jack overcomes as a character.

and for a second pokemon. listen. i don’t think jack would want more than one pokemon – like i said, i don’t think he wanted any pokemon at all since he was headed to santa fe and wouldn’t’ve wanted to spend money he didn’t have on pets – but jack having a smeargle would be so funny. especially a shiny smeargle, for the red aesthetic. he doesn’t know it’s shiny he just thinks it’s really dirty. he fed it once and now it keeps following him around and he really wants it to go away until he finds it copying some of his drawings on the rooftop. and then he just... melts. i think that'd be adorable.

davey

MOTHERFUCKING JOLMTIK. joltik is a flawless davey pokemon. small, easily overlooked, can’t make their own energy and must recharge (like ‘TISM???? PERHAPS????), BUT after storing so much power, they can release it into something incredible!! they also evolve into galvantula, going from the smallest pokemon ever at only 4 inches to a GIANT TARANTULA LARGER THAN A HUMAN MAN – it represents davey’s arc and i won’t elaborate. they attack through speed and special attack, stunning their opponents rather than going on a full-fledged physical assault, which absolutely speaks to how davey behaves within the show. he may not be as physically tough as the newsies, but he is calculating, and more importantly, he’s good at it. also it’s a ‘tarantulas?’ reference, what do you WANT from me.

i like to think davey and his family couldn’t afford a pokemon for every kid, so they have their family pokemon (a mabosstif trained by mayer) and unfortunately no others. but davey found this palm-sized little bug under his pillow during winter, trying to generate energy from the heat, and so decided that maybe, MAYBE, the little fella could snooze under his cap for a bit, just to warm up.

(the joltik stayed. their name is edison. davey hasn’t taken his hat off in front of people in months because all edison's electric charges make his hair puff out in a static ball. don’t tell his mother.)

katherine

katherine is technically wealthy and therefore more likely to have a full pokemon team, but since she doesn’t rely on her father and is living independently on a female journalist’s salary in the 1890s, i don’t think she’d have a large team. three at most.

espeon – her partner pokemon, raised from an eevee. her name is bronte, which i decided before uksies as a reference to the bronte sisters, so happy coincidences all around. i don’t view katherine as a competitive battler since she has nothing to gain from it, so i imagine bronte mostly behaves as a cat would, just with more magic attached – sitting on katherine’s lap as she writes, using psychic moves to float her teacup to her when she needs it, etc – but she can also wreck shop if she needs to.

dachsbun – this one is purely just a charlie sausage cameo. i saw a dachshund pokemon and said ‘charlie sausage’. still, i think it’s a cute idea, and i love the idea of a young katherine running around with a tiny, floppy fidough.

meowstic – female meowstics lean more towards attacking whereas males lean towards defence; again, while i don’t see katherine as being a battler, i absolutely see her wanting a team that can fight should she need them to. here are two pokedex entries for meowstic: “if they don’t get what they want, they will torment you with their psychic abilities.” “if it doesn’t hold back when it unleashes its psychic power, it can tear apart a tanker. its unfriendliness is part of its charm.” we know katherine can be ruthless for the sake of justice, but a big part of katherine as a character is needing to hide her vulnerabilities so people will take her seriously; i like to think katherine tries to channel this energy when she needs people to listen to her. i also love giving characters grumpy little cats, apparently.

(also, this was unintentional, but the pink/purple, yellow/orange and blue colouring of each pokemon does fit w her uksies costumes)

race

race doesn’t really have a ‘partner’, he has his two pokemon who he loves with all his heart. the first is a shinx named lucky thirteen; i’ve always envisioned race as an electric type trainer, he just fits the bill so well. my original thought was electrike, as they can stimulate their muscles with electricity to run faster, and race has always had a connotation of speed (he’s often a track kid or a dancer in modern eras, he has to run away from cops a lot, etc. it’s not a CANON connotation by any means, he’s only called race because of sheepshead, but it’s a connotation i’ve held) but it just didn’t fit to me – electrike, even in first-stage, has a lot of edge to it that doesn’t suit race’s playful exterior. according to shinx’s pokedex entry, when threatened, it will release a dazzling flash and then escape while it’s foe is blinded. i like to think that race uses this to escape people when he’s cheated on a wager or running from the cops; i also think shinxes have a friendlier disposition than electrikes, and then you get all the edginess and good stats as the pokemon gets older and evolves, and i imagine race would mature in a similar way when he finally has the freedom to take himself more seriously as he ages.

race’s second pokemon is a ponyta named corona who wasn’t technically his at first, but he’d always talk to her when he was hiding in the sheepshead stables whenever he was running from someone. she lights his cigars and makes great company, but she is very excitable and also very stubborn. one day race finds her just. following him home across the brooklyn bridge. the next day’s headline is about a crazed pokemon who bucked off her rider, injured a stablehand and broke out of the stables. she’s a very special girl who gets many poffin treats.

(again – how does race keep this very flammable horse at the lodging house? fuck you i’m having fun.)

spot

spot only has one pokemon, making her seem like an easy fight, but with her reputation, it only makes her more intimidating. her partner, a riolu, seems calm and uninterested, but if you’re talking shit you will be hit by two rounds of ‘close combat’ – one by riolu, and one by spot. i like to think spot’s riolu is very protective of her because, as riolu’s can sense emotions, she knows when spot is leaning heavily on her ‘queen of brooklyn’ performance and when she needs to be supported. riolu’s can also sense a person’s nature, so spot will usually bring her to meetings to gage whether or not she can trust someone. unfortunately, her riolu turns into an excitable little puppy whenever race is around.

and now some rapid-fire newsies for funzies

albert has a nickit named dodger. he’ll knock something valuable to the floor, pretending it was an accident, and dodger will steal it.

i gave splasher a quaxley because. duck, swimming, haha. but i also gave jojo a bounsweet because uksies jojo slays hard enough to have a tsareenee when he’s older. then I remembered that both these pokemon’s final evolutions (quackaval and tsareenee) are rivals who will fight each other for territory, and now i can’t stop imagining that splasher and jojo have to constantly separate their pokemon who just wont stop kicking each other.

morris – a growlithe. someone who he knows will be loyal to him, no matter what.

oscar – an absol. someone who can tell when danger’s coming. unlike morris and his growlithe, oscar and his absol seem to really hate each other, but they stay together nonetheless.

mike and ike - plusle and minun. since uksies i love the idea that mike and ike are not twins and didn’t even know each other when they arrived at the lodging house, let alone know the other had the same pokemon as them until they met. they both find it very strange.

finch is the only newsie to have a full team but that’s because he’s befriended literally every bird pokemon that stops on the fire escape. There’s simon the starly, percy the pidove, peter the pidgey, timmy the taillow, franky the fletchling and rooney the rookidee. finch isn’t good at naming. still, the birds like him.

tommy boy has a lillipup and it really offsets his quiet tough-guy persona but he does not care.

when i first mentioned a newsies pokemon au someone mentioned romeo having a luvdisc just for the funniness of it, but honestly i love the idea of romeo having something like brock's croagunk from the 'diamond and pearl: battle dimensions' series to physically knock him on his ass the moment he starts getting too romantic.

medda has a snubbull and she’s the ugliest angriest thing in the world but she loves medda and that’s enough.

#this is so goddamn long rizz i'm so sorry #i just have such strong feelings about pokemon... #it is unironically one of my main methods of character analysis. give me any character and i will break them down into six little beafts #pokemon au #jack-kellys #newsies #uksies #fic thoughts #kinda? i'm never gonna write this but it's so special to me. #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #crutchie newsies #crutchie morris #racetrack higgins #spot conlon

[nadiawritessomething]

Imagine Spider! Miles takes Earth 42 Miles to his home for dinner. Rio wouldn’t care about where this other Miles came from, she would give him a lot of food, since he probably had to scrounge for a meal almost everyday before meeting Spider! Miles.

OH YES! I had a fic where the 42 Morales family was having dinner and Miles had to split a package meant for one person into two. (He gave his mother a little more food than himself because he thought she deserved it)

By the way, I really hope they have money for food, but this guy looks thinner than teenager around his age should look, so I think they have the ability to have constant food, just in small portions, which is still sad. I mean, Rio talked to Aaron about the grocery list, and I hope it's not directly related to the fact that Aaron brought them some money and the list was written before then.

BUT Lord yes, 1610 Rio will 100% want to give this poor, more broken version of her son everything she can give him.I'm sure the mother of the "other Miles" for Miles 42 is the only person in this world that Miles really recognizes and can call her "mom".

Therefore, during meals, she will give him an even larger portion than for herself or her own son, because "I can definitely see that this child needs to eat more, don't argue with me, it makes no sense"

Meanwhile Miles G. will be in absolute shock with so much food on one plate, because the times when he could eat the same way have almost faded from his memory and are perceived as a different life. Like "How am I supposed to cram all of this into myself?"

But I'm sure he'll enjoy both the food and the portion, and 1610 Rio will be absolutely happy to see that this little boy is eating well, and even trying not to splash the tablecloth.

(Because I have headcanon that 42 Miles is careful with things around the house, especially his own t-shirts and tablecloths, because he knows their value and that it all costs money. The only exception is the mess in his room, but that's his work mess and he makes sure everything is okay even if it's on the floor lol. And that's why he eats quite carefully compared to 1610 Miles, because he doesn't want to accidentally spoil things.)

And also sorry for the late reply, my life has been crazy the past few days (

#miles 42 #prowler miles #atsv #across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles #miles g morales #jefferson morales #miles morales #spiderverse #rio morales 42 #rio morales #inbox

[winslowat3am]

Do u give money to people on tumblr?

Short answer, no. I don't reblog those posts, either. Majority of them are scammers, bonus scamster points if they use their race/gender as emotional manipulation. (Rant incoming cause this pissed me off, not you, but it had me thinking about a lot of shit). I'm sorry but I could never be on Tumblr begging for money, that's embarrassing, no offense. I commend anyone who's shameless enough to do that cause in all seriousness, couldn't be me. I feel like there are just some things you shouldn't do & asking strangers, half of which are minors, to give you their hard earned money in trade for nothing is one of them. The victim mentality of "let me spam my followers with a bunch of sob story updates about my life's issues & guilt trip them into giving me cash", no. Leave them alone. That shit's annoying, inconsiderate & entitled. & it's always the same fucking people holding their hand out. The people you're begging for cash are more than likely struggling too & need theirs. Tumblr is the worst place to ask for assistance. If you need money then you should seek a financial aid program, or I don't know, log the fuck out & get a job like everyone else? That's what people who need money do. There's no excuse, I said this before & I'll say it again, making money nowadays is easier than it has ever been cause of access to technology. Everything is virtual. You can work from home. There are people making millions eating for a fucking living on YouTube. If you're broke atp it's cause you either make excuses for why you can't work or you're just lazy. It's a choice. You don't even need to physically go out & find a real job. Make something. Perform a service. Everyone has something they can offer. Don't sit there & expect people to pay you for nothing. I hate lazy ass people who wallow in self pity, make excuses & don't contribute anything to society & simply exist to leech off others. It's parasitic & pathetic. You "can't work", but you can play around on social media every day? Hmm. You deserve to live in poverty then. You're not special. You better sell some p-ssy, d!ck or c*ke. If you're bussing it open to everyone anyway you might as well get paid for it, in the words of my wife, "make it count". Seriously, I don't respect those people. Tumblr beggars are the equivalent of irl bums who loiter at gas stations harassing passersby for change. It's fucking irritating & unfair that we live in a world where weak people are rewarded, coddled, catered to & given breaks for doing nothing. "Oh well, you know, John can't work, he's dealing with a breakup that has him in a deep depression. I just- I don't know if his mental health will allow him to work." Bro, I sympathize but at the end of the day, screw John. He has no real problems. There are people with cancer & aids right now who are working. People with no limbs are working. He can work, he's physically able to, but ultimately he won't cause he's a mentally weak man with no drive. Let's just call it what it is. I've been homeless & depressed before, I dug myself out of that hole WITH NO HELP, if people can bounce back from homelessness, addiction, abusive relationships & rebuild their lives, if people with deformities can work there's no excuse for why these lazy asses are living in houses, have food & water, with themselves being the only person they have to take care of but they're on here begging us & living off the gov't. That shit IS sad. & I get so heated over this topic cause the bastards who log on & beg aren't going to log off fucking Tumblr & make adjustments so they can afford to live, they're not going to or offer an exchange, they'll continue to do this shit. In the comfort of their home. Meanwhile, the ones they beg have to scrounge. So no motherfucker, I can't help you spend my money. Follower counts mean nothing here cause nobody gets paid on this dead app, this ain't YouTube. If you have hella followers but you still can't eat or pay your bills it's a sign your priorities are fucked. Up. Your followers owe you nothing. Have a little pride & self respect.

#(& this isn't directed at you ❤️ It's me venting about wanting to smack the dog shit out of those people) #To clarify I empathize with people who have disabilities & impairments that prevent them from working #(autism down syndrome paraplegics birth defects people in wheelchairs those can't walk properly etc) #I love them for trying & I'm not talking about them #I'm willing to help those people ❤️ #I'm talking about the parasites who whine about how their life is so damn hard while sitting at home on social media collecting a check #AND beg us for our money while they actively do nothing to better their lives #Those who can walk skip jump with fully functional bodies but use anything as an excuse as to why they can't work & seek pity & donations #Fuck them #They deserve NOTHING & half of 'em are scammers #Log off Tumblr & sell your fucking iPhone 11 if you need money #Stop bothering these people #long post #ask box #inbox #self vent #answered

[zr-art-world]

Belated Yuu Birthday Showcase Announcement

Summoned: Well now I feel a little spoiled, but I’m not gonna lie, it's nice to feel a little pampered.

Groovy: It may not be like how it was before, but I'm glad to be sharing this with you all! Now come on, lets cut a rug!

Set Home: Hm, what’s up? Oh, you wanna give me something? Well, whatever it is, I know I'll love it!

Home Idle 1: What is my pin supposed to be? It's a film reel, I made it myself actually. The things you can make with time and effort... and random things you find on the ground that look shiny.

Home Idle 2: When I was little, we would do a birthday breakfast then either go to the movies or something, come home, do cake and presents. Did we do anything big? Na, never was in the budget, my sister and I did scrounge up some money to do a big trip to a well-known amusement park for grandpops birthday though. I still remember the look on his face.

Home Idle 3: I’m gonna be honest, I almost forgot today was my birthday. Don't look at me like that, I've been busy! If it weren't for the fact, I told the others far in advanced, I think I would have skipped my birthday or had a belated party.

Home Idle 4: This is the first time I'm celebrating without my sister... it feels weird. But at least I’m not alone!

Home Tap: Hm, y’a need something. What, just because I’m the guest of honor, doesn't mean I can't still help a little bit.

Home Tap: Hay, totally random question. Have you ever been given a gift that you...aren’t a particularly big fan of and you try to pretend to like it, but you have a hard time hiding it? Again, totally random but... got any advice on that.

Home Tap: I was really surprised when Idia showed up, I was even more surprised that he brought the game I've been talking about. I didn't think he would remember that.

Home Tap: I was a little suspicious when Azul gave me a discount on the soda I got. Partly because I didn't think he knew when my birthday was... dose Crowly post stuff like that some ware or...

Home Tap: I was originally going to stay in and relax for my birthday, but Ace and Deuce dragged me out. Mabe not dragged, the day they planned was really fun. And imagine my shock when I come home to find the dorm decked out in streamers and balloons!

Log in home: *Nervous laughter* I'm... not used to celebrating with this many people.

Some things about the card

They like the different drinks and foods from the mostro lounge, but especially like the different sodas and coffee. Also, they are an artist and work with all types of different mediums, they like crafting and drawing especially, and they carry around a sketch book in their bag. I also like the idea that they like to wear obsidian bracelet due to the fact that I remembered that they apparently dispel negative energy.

#twst #twst wonderland #twst wonderland oc #twst wonderland fanart #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland fanart #twisted wonderland birthday party #twst oc #twst fanart #twst fan event #twst yuu #twst mc #twst mc oc #twisted wonderland yuu #twst wonderland Yuu #twisted wonderland mc #twst wonderland mc #ramshackle dorm

[mandos-mind-trick]

Weight of the World

Summary: When the weight of the world is too much, your favorite clone is there to help carry the load.

Pairing: Reader x unspecified clone trooper

Warnings: Depressive episode, very detailed description of depression and its side effects.

A/N: I know I'm supposed to be taking a break, but it's just one of those days. So instead of sulking, I did this. Depression is different for everyone, and this is just how I experience it myself. The clone is kept ambiguous so you can picture whomever you wish. This is for all of us that just wish we had someone to help us carry the load sometimes.

MASTERLIST

Fingers trail along your side, adjusting the blanket halfheartedly tossed over your form. You don't have the energy to fix it, barely managing to cover yourself with it in the first place. Your eyes stare blankly at the holofilm playing on the screen, not really seeing or hearing much of anything.

The blanket is pulled up around your shoulders, a hand gently brushing your cheek. You manage to draw your gaze from the screen, blinking up at the figure kneeling next to the bed.

"Hello, mesh'la." He says quietly, still stroking your cheek.

You feel guilty tears welling up in your eyes. You've accomplished nothing today, managing to get yourself out of bed in the morning, long after he left, only to drag yourself back an hour later as exhaustion had hit you like a speeder and settled into your bones.

"Have you eaten?" He asks quietly.

You don't want to answer. Time had rendered itself irrelevant as you floated between sleep and the numbness of consciousness. You hadn't expected him to be home so soon, but you would later learn he had been running a bit behind.

"Will you eat something for me?" He asks, so gently, so kindly. Never forcing, never pushing.

You manage a nod, squeezing your eyes closed as he kisses your forehead before rising to scrounge something from the kitchen.

You hate it, that he has to be the one to take care of you after everything. All you wanted was to take care of him, to help him, to let him know what it was like to be loved and looked after. He's been through so much, but still, here he is having to take care of you. It doesn't happen all the time. Most days you manage.

Some days it's too much. Out of nowhere it hits you, the heaviness of the world just seems to increase on your shoulders, every step taking twice as much effort as normal. Everything is too much and you can't feel anything. The world around you blurs as your brain settles into the comfortable numbness it's familiar with.

He returns with a tray of food, reminding you you don't have to eat it all. Just what looks good. He sits by your side, supporting you and praising you as you manage to stomach a piecemeal conglomeration that barely counted as a meal. You were eating. That was what mattered most.

He cleans up, tidying up your small apartment before joining you in the room again. He changes his clothes, picking up the pieces that you had strewn across the room in search of something that didn't make your skin crawl. He adds them to the pile to deal with later, slipping into his sleep pants.

He crawls onto the bed behind you, slipping under the blanket. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to. He slowly curls his way around you, waiting for you to push him away, or give any sign that it's too much. Part of you wants to push him away, the guilt screaming in your head that he deserves better. He deserves someone who isn't broken. You let him hold you, his grip just tight enough to compress all the negative thoughts swirling in your mind.

He's halfway on top of you by the time he settles, but his weight is a welcome one. It slowly begins to untangle the knots of tension wound tight throughout your whole body. Tears fill your eyes, dripping onto his arm and the sheet beneath you. He continues to hold you, pressing away the weight of the world, easing the heaviness from your shoulders.

"I've got you, cyare." He whispers, voice full of nothing but understanding and sincerity. "We'll try again tomorrow."

#star wars #star wars fic #the clone wars #the clone wars fic #the bad batch #the bad batch fic #clone trooper x reader #clones #x reader #depression

[bwayskyler]

hi all, i’ve never posted something like this on here before, but i figure it would be worth a shot.

my name is skyler, i’m 22, queer, neurodivergent, and disabled. i currently have been diagnosed with inflammatory polyarthritis and am currently being tested and being seen for hypermobility, early signs of degenerative joint disease, and POTS. i’ve also had an increase in GI issues since having my gallbladder removed in january.

the reason i am making this post is because i need help.

i am currently in an incredibly toxic and emotionally unstable home environment where i am being treated with little to no respect and incredible amounts of ableism from the people i thought were going to support me — my family. but as it turns out, i was wrong. i’ve been financially cut off completely and, with me moving back to university at the end of next month freshly fired from my part time job (thanks to an injury), i am scrounging up every last penny i can find to get myself out of this house and somewhere far safer, closer to my boyfriend and my university’s campus. once i am out of this environment, i hope to never, ever have to return. i’m choosing to go no contact with my toxic family once i return to university which means that now, i’m on my own for real.

my boyfriend assisted me in organizing this gofundme, linked below, asking only for $600 to help me establish myself in a dorm at school with basic living essentials, including replacing broken mobility aids, paying for medical expenses, and purchasing foods healthier and better for my digestive system. i am terrified of not having enough to exist once i’m out of here. everything falls on me now, and i’m just 22. i don’t know how anything works, and everything is just so expensive. i hate, hate, hate asking for help, but i need it.

thank you for listening. donations, reblogs, and boosts mean the world to me.

with love, sky 🩷🪽

#gofundme #financial assistance #mutual aid #chronic pain #hypermobility #POTS #cane user #disabled #queer #asking for help #signal boost #spoonie #chronically ill #fibromyalgia

[undertow-story]

PROLOGUE

SACHIEL

I’ve lived in this place for as long as I can remember now. Which is not very long in the scheme of things. I’ve been in the Undertow for at least a year and a half if I had to guess, but time doesn’t feel like it flows quite right down here.

My name is Sachiel… At least, this is the name I’ve given myself based off the ID I found in my pocket upon waking. I seem to have lost all memory of my former self, and given the information I have, I’m not from around here. If that wasn’t obvious enough, then I would have figured it out given the fact I am the only one of my kind.

I wish I knew what my kind was, admittedly. Claws. Fangs… Ears, cropped like that of the common mongrel leashed around by the thugs and bandits in this city. Tail and horns- piercing thin slitted eyes just like the creatures I hunt.

I must be a monster.

Not that it bothers me. It’s the only fathomable explanation I can assume anyway. I however, seem to be the only one capable of speech out of the creatures I’ve encountered so far. In this place, it’s kill or be killed obviously, as we’re overrun with horrific entities I cannot explain.

This world is best emphasized by the word ‘survive’.

Rather, uh… This sector is described that way. Look, I only know so much, but also it makes sense to me to write down the things I do know so far- in case my brain gets smacked around enough again to lose all the knowledge I’ve got.

The area I reside is called The Undertow, or just Undertow depending on who you talk to. We are the filth. Cast out from the glistening lights of the city above- we’re forced to live in the waste and squalor of the wealthy fucks put themselves above us. Our home is lit by neon, and is dark around every corner. Disease, Crime, Violence… it’s all rampant here. I have not yet seen the sun for more than 2 hours at a time. Which is unfortunate because the creatures residing here love the darkness. I feel pity for the people of this place. So many just trying to live their lives, get by…

Banished to this horrible place just because they’re not good enough by the standards of those above.

I don’t know the name of the place above us.

I’m not meant to. None of us are.

I saw it once from the outskirts when I left on a hit. The upper lands glow so blindingly bright, and it’s much smaller in comparison to the dredges below it. I personally don’t understand how they can live, I’d go blind. Y'know, how the pompous types are. They don’t care about us. The only time they need us is when they want someone dead…

Speaking of, that seems to be the case.

On a board bolted to a wall in the middle of a bustling market, Sachiel looks up from his book, closing it and putting it away as he takes a paper off the board, holding it in his rough hand. The paper reads: “Wanted: Hunter for removal of Important Persons, please send applications to xxxxx_xxx-x we await your chance to take on this ‘Golden Opportunity’.”

What specific wording.

“Reward: 10,000,000c”

Whoo, this guy must have really fucked up for them to ask a price like that.

Here, if you’ve got the skill then people will let you take on jobs for them… they generally involve killing. Usually it’s for monsters that rampage and cause destruction in specific sectors that threaten the foundations that hold the upper city aloft. Sometimes you get hits for persons- and other times you get hits for assholes like this. The ones up above.

I registered to be a Hunter some time back… maybe after a month of eating rats on the street. I decided I would rather at least be able to afford a beer here and there- maybe actual food instead of just whatever I could scrounge up. I don’t care to take on hits against persons- they don��t interest me… Humans aren’t fun to hunt. However, this is an awfully good deal. I could actually get an apartment instead of sleeping in whatever nearby dumpster I can find…

Never hurts to try I suppose.

His ears bent back, he headed off deeper into the city, clearly somewhere in mind.

Another day in paradise.

Tch-I gotta stop saying that it’s becoming a habit.

Next

#first proper post will be the prologue bc its allowed to exist

[minttealoverrrr]

The Barbie Movie and Chris McCandless

The Barbie Movie and Chris McCandless

*Note: In reference to Into The Wild, I reference the story and Chris McCanless with the reverence of a fictional character, simply living in the story and that is all. Chris, the character in a book. I have nothing but deep respect for Chris, the real man, and his loved ones. 

      I don’t know anyone who didn’t love the Barbie movie. Every woman in my life (not including my mother) raved about it. Teachers, friends, vague acquaintances I follow on instagram. How much it made them cry, how accurate, how personal, how totally and utterly perfect the movie was. I had high hopes going in, fully dressed in all the pink I could scrounge out of my closet. Expecting to watch a movie that would make me cry, sob, feel seen and feel understood- I left the theater feeling… none of those things. If anything, I was a little discontented and I needed to pee. On the way back home, me and my mother tried to decipher why exactly we both failed to experience the same world-altering-life-changing-film experience we heard our peers sing praises for. 

      The book Into The Wild by Jon Krakauer was a part of my AP Lang classes required reading this year.  A nonfiction recollection of the life and death of Chris McCandless. McCandless grew up in Annandale, Virginia where his father worked as an antenna specialist for NASA. After graduating from Emory University he donated all his money and decided to become a traveler/hermit/hitchhiker of sorts- rejecting worldly things like money, objects, deep connections with others, and any contact with his family. On one of his stints, McCandless travels through Rural Alaska for months and dies after running out of food and consuming a poisonous plant. This is an arguably reductive summary, you can find the full wikipedia pages for the book and Chris’s story here and here. Throughout reading this book, my class had several discussions about McCandless and the book Into The Wild. What could have driven McCandless to do what he did? Did he have a death wish, going into the Alaskan wilderness with no survival training and knowledge, frighteningly low amounts of food, and no gear? Were his actions justified? Do we relate to his decisions, his actions? Some people argue McCandless was simply a free spirit, that his rejections of the material in favor for the individual and intangible were ones we should strive for. Others are confused with his choice to totally desert his family, to the point where McCandless’s mother sent a private investigator to look for her son upon his supposed disappearance. Some felt he was sort of naive or unintelligent, going into the woods in the dead of winter utterly unprepared. While my peers gingerly gave their takes on their sympathies and gripes with McCandlesses story and McCandless himself I found myself feeling a similar feeling from earlier that summer. A sort of wall, a barrier. I found myself fully unable to sympathize with McCandless, totally and utterly. 

    Why? What is it about McCandlesses story that makes it so difficult for me to resonate with? The answer here is, at its core, the same reason I found myself discontented with the Barbie movie. With regards to McCandless, a few notes are vital. Chris McCandless was white, very upper-middle class, immensely privileged and fourtenate, wealthy, and educated. Still, he rejected all his fortune and privilege for a life in the woods. Rejecting his family, loved ones, friends, and anyone who cared for him. As someone who has very different values (developed through my identity in a Pakistani and Muslim home/ as a Pakistani Muslim person) , herein lies my hangup. I find it nearly impossible to understand or sympathize with someone so steeped in privilege, only to pretend it doesn’t exist. His rejection of family, immense wealth, and deep privilege in nearly all aspects of life. Now, that is by no means Chris’s fault- failing to acknowledge or understand his privilege and its complexities. He was 20 something in the 90’s and read Tolstoy in the woods! I don’t expect him to know the first thing about race or privilege. But there are some things that irrevocably make it difficult for me to truly, really truly, sympathize with his story. Someone a few prongs up on the privilege ladder might take more of his story to heart, understand it more, be able to see his story for just and only that, his story. I am in a position to see the bigger picture, this story I’m the context of larger things. I am unable to sympathize with his story due to factors outside of both of our control. This doesn’t mean either of us are at fault, and it doesn't mean I should be expected to change how I feel to suit his story. I have no inclination to change how I feel about McCandlesses story or his choices.  Some might argue I should get a heart and try to understand what he went through. And I’m not saying I feel gleeful or joyous at his demise, not in the slightest. It is just that I, as someone a few prongs lower on the privilege ladder, shouldn’t be expected to be more sympathetic to someone who’s values and choices are both a) only able to of happened as a result of his privilege and b) miles away from what I value as important in this life. 

Back to Barbie. Barbie is not the story of womanhood. It does not encapsulate what it means to be a woman. It may encapsulate what it means to be a white woman, but not a woman. Barbie treats whiteness as the default. A white woman is a woman and that is all, a brown woman is a woman and she is brown- a woman and then some. It's not anyone’s fault that I failed to understand Barbie.  But Barbie tells the story of a white woman, which is different from a brown woman- not a basis for all womanhood. White womanhood is not the default, despite it being treated as such within the film. This innate feature, (unintentionally) driven to the core of the story, keeps me from understanding. And I should not be expected to look past my brownness, remove it from myself (or all the other things that make my girl-ness different from Barbie) to placate some sort of understanding- because all the things that make me myself are inseparable from each other, you cannot separate me from myself like a heterogenous mixture of traits, concepts, identities, and ideas. In the case of Barbie and McCanless, I find myself unable to truly understand their stories thanks to innate and unchanging factors on both sides- at the fault of neither.

#essay #personal essay #barbie #barbie movie #greta gerwig #margot robbie #chris mccandless #into the wild #reading #first post #firstessay #idk what im doin lol #workingonwritingskillsstill #still practicing #getting better #constructive critism welcome #pakistan #muslim #womanhood

[vaicomcas]

I interact with a lot of blogs that ship destiel and that means I see a lot posts about that ship. I did filter it, but then since even Cas only content is sometimes tagged “destiel”, I had to remove my filters.

We know for the fandom destiel is about Dean and Dean only. I mean I have seen Cas comforts Dean after 14x20 fics. I don’t want to disrespect any writer but that had me seething.

Destiel is “Cas gives up his powers, his faith, his family, basically everything thing. Dean treats him like shit, yells at him” and the inference is OMG see how much Dean loves Cas and poor Cas can’t understand it. It’s the same, may it be in the fic or posts anout the show.

Like fans are so desperate, they cancel everything Cas did, they cancel his relationship with Jack, they cancel his wishes, they cancel his identity. They prefer Cas to be the plot device that is there to comfort dean and provide him whatever they feel like dean needs.

It makes navigating the fandom so hard, like I love these blogs, but I see these destiel posts, more often than I would like and its just makes me want to leave this place.

I do brush it off because everyone is entitled to their opinions and interpretation but my mental health is in such a dark place that I can’t do it right now. Which is why I am ranting here forgive me for that.

Feel free to rant. I know how it feels like. I can't take it either.

I think what makes it hard despite this understanding that "there is no right and wrong just other people craving different things than me" is just that destiel is so overwhelmingly majority that it feels like the default of how to experience SPN universe. Even someone as hardened as myself feel the need to constantly put disclaimers on my posts -- not exactly apologizing but warning people as if my opinion is toxic or something. But we are constantly exposed to what's toxic to us and just have to live with it. Goes with being a minority opinion, I guess.

It's kind of like going to an all-you-can eat buffet and it's the only place I can get food. I am surrounded by an ocean of people who are gorging themselves with trays of moldy cheese and delirious with tears of joy. I find moldy cheese disgusting, and have to hold my breath constantly to avoid the odor, but I understand that moldy cheese is a valued delicacy in some cultures, and these people are the main customers of this business. Still needing to eat, I scrounge up some berries and nuts in the corners, not all in great condition, but I eagerly pile them into my plate. Yet it's hard to enjoy them with the constant stench of cheese in the air.

But then I meet one or two fellow diners in search of berries and nuts, whose scowls on their faces I recognize. And they listen to me rant about the cheese. And they tell me about the other corner where they found some honey that would go so well with the berries. And they drew me a picture of some imaginary berries that are fresh and ripe and so delicious looking. And I think maybe I'll stay in this place a little longer.

#ask #anti destiel #this post isn't per se #but tagging it so people who would be offended can filter it out